Light is but the shadow of God.

Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

Not to be content with Life is the unsatisfactory state of those which destroy themselves; who being afraid to live, run blindly upon their own Death, which no Man fears by Experience.

Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

God hath varied the inclinations of men according to the variety of actions to be performed.

Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.